Semua Bab Orphaned Queen Goddess: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Jonathan’s POVI move as quickly as I can, lifting the small, limp bodies of the children and carrying them toward the waiting cars. Their weight is nothing compared to the responsibility pressing down on me.Each child is still locked in the illusion, their expressions soft, their breathing even. They don’t hear the battle, don’t feel the fear they should have, it’s all because of Dolton.He’s the only reason this is working, and it’s taking too long.Sebastian’s flames illuminate the battlefield as he sweeps low, keeping the exiled from pushing forward. The sound of metal clashing rings in my ears, but I don’t stop moving.I place another child inside the car, tucking them in beside the others. The driver looks at me with wide, concerned eyes. “They aren’t waking up,” he mutters.“They won’t,” I say, “not until Dolton lets them.”As I tur

Celine’s POVThe battlefield has shifted. The once overwhelming swarms of exiled and warriors are thinning out, the fire still burning in rings where Sebastian, no, Helios, trapped them. I can tell it's him by the way he's flying.I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as I turn my gaze toward the palace. The guards we brought can finish up out here. The gates are open now, shattered from the force of the bears breaking through earlier.The path is clearer. It’s time.I take my first step toward the palace doors and Helios drops from the sky, landing right in front of me. The force of his landing sends dust and loose stone scattering, and I instinctively halt, tilting my head back to meet his glowing golden gaze.His wings stay half-unfurled, his entire posture tense, like he’s prepared to block my path if I try to move past him.“I go first.” His voice is gravel and fire, a demand that leaves no room for argumen

Helios’s POVPain. Not the kind I know. Not the kind I’ve felt from wounds in battle, not the kind from injuries that heal as fast as they come. This is different. This burns. It eats through me, sinking into my scales, branding me from the inside out.Fire should never hurt me. It’s part of me, part of what I am. But this isn’t fire. It’s something worse.Arktos’s power.I lay on the ground, barely able to move, my body smoldering. I can feel the damage, the way my wings tremble uselessly at my sides, the raw agony carved through my chest. The heat lingers beneath my skin, like something trying to hollow me out from the inside. Sebastian is gone, I can't feel him, I can't sense him.I force my eyes open, trying to focus, trying to hold on to something as the pain surges again. The world around me is a blur of movement, shadows twisting, magic crackling, the scent of bl

Celine POVI barely register the movement before the world tilts. Suddenly, I’m beneath him, my back hitting the cool stone floor of the cave. His weight presses over me, his body caging me in, his lips devouring mine with an intensity that leaves no space for anything else. His fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me still as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow, punishing claim.I gasp against his mouth, my hands grasping his arms, but he doesn’t let up. He presses me further into the ground, his body flush against mine, his heat overwhelming. Every movement, every touch, is possessive, raw.He isn’t just kissing me. He’s reminding himself that I’m still here. I feel his cock against my sex as he deepens the kiss more.Heat pools between my thighs at his hardness pressing against me. My body responds instantly, arching into him, seeking more of that delicious friction. His scales shimmer in the dim l

Jonathan POVI watch as Sebastian stands there, his wings still spread behind him, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He looks lost. There’s something in his eyes, a flicker of confusion, of frustration, like he’s searching for answers he can’t find.He finally looks at me, his expression tight. “I don’t know,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I can’t remember anything after Arktos until waking up in the cave.”I exhale slowly, my body still humming with residual magic from the fight. “Helios killed the Werewolf King,” I tell him, keeping my voice even. “It was brutal, Sebastian. He lost it completely.”Sebastian doesn’t react, but I can see the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers twitch slightly like he’s remembering something distant, something just out of his reach.I continue, knowing he needs to hear it. “Arkto